Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter four

Train knew he needed someone he could trust to be his backup on this meet.

He contemplated through his mental rolodex of who he could still trust in the game and came up empty. Well all except one person but that person was nowhere to be found or was he?

Train had to really think on this one. Someone was trying to monitor his moves and he pretty much assumed it was Trunk. But then again he didn't get that creep behind you vibe from Trunk. Train still didn't a hundred percent trust him but he also didn't think Trunk was trying to spy on him. Call it a hunch but Train had a good way of reading people. That was how he survived this long but that still didn't mean he didn't need someone else watching his back.

Train leaned back in his car seat and got comfortable as he thought. He was in the parking garage of a huge mall he had seen on his way driving. It was the perfect hiding spot while he got his head together. Rich housewives, spoiled brats, and men paying stuff for their mistresses all fill the parking garage with their miscellaneous cars making his car look even more inconspicuous. Train was like a needle in a fancy ass haystack.

Train put the radio on as he thought. Mary J. Blige crooning about having no more drama in her life made him laugh for a second. He needed drama in his life. In fact he needed MeloDrama in his life. He missed his homie and best friend and even though they both were wanted men, he somehow knew Drama was out there doing what he does best: staying ahead of the game.

Train really wished he could talk to Drama though. He really needed some insight and some backup. Train knew now the heat had been turned way up since his escape and now the Federal boys were after him and they had way more weight than the local boneheaded policemen he was used to dealing with.

Train really didn't know what to do. All he did now was that someone was trying to track his movements and that he was alone in this world right now about to meet a guy that had enough pull to make him escape a federal transport.

Train didn't know how far this guy reach was but he knew that this person must really wanted what Train brought to the table to make that risk. Train even doubted himself if he was that worthy of such an ordeal but then he realized who he was and how important he is to any venture.

"What the fuck am I going to do," Train muttered to himself as he looked out as his car window at a mother drag her little son towards a black Buick. She was holding like seven shopping bags, jiggling them in both hands, while she dragged the boy whose mouth was covered in chocolate ice cream at the same time.

Train watched in amusement as the kid kept screaming that the mother made him drop his ice cream cone before he could finish it. The kid finally got tired of the mother dragging and adjusting her shopping bags at the same time and broke loose of her grip once and for all.

The kid sped off as the mother dropped all her bags on the ground. Train just shook his head at the ordeal and the woman's hopeless look on her face.

The kid was now running around the parking garage, Train guessed, either looking for the exit or distance from his now very angry mother. Train got out of his car as the kid made his second lap around the garage. As the kid ran by him. Train put his arm out and scooped him up in one shot.

The kid hollered but Train just tossed him over his shoulder and brought him to his mother who was picking up the shopping bags.

"Put me down!" the kid bellowed.